Notas del episodio
On an Athenian night long after the crowds had left the Agora, when the torches along the colonnades burned low and the city’s noise sank into a tired murmur, there was often one figure still awake in the Stoa. A man in his fifties or sixties, short, wiry, with a runner’s build and eyes that seemed always slightly narrowed in concentration. Before him, on a low table, lay a disorderly sea of papyrus rolls. His hand moved quickly, almost impatiently, as though the problem was not what to say but how to say it fast enough before his thoughts outran the ink. Scribes and students would later joke that if all his writings were stacked together, they could bury a man. Ancient sources say he wrote as many as seven hundred books. Whether or not the number is exact, the impression it leaves is clear: Chrysippus of Soli, the third head of the Stoic school, ...